“What?” exclaimed Bob jubilantly.
“They found him prowling around. He tells the police-station man who he is, but the police-station man won’t believe him.”
“Ha! ha!” Bob was glad he could laugh once more, but it was Fourth of July again for Dan.
“It isn’t any blankety-blank laughing matter,” he called back. “He’s one of my witnesses and I don’t want to lose him. Lost witnesses enough already!” Furiously.
“Well, why don’t you get him out?” said Bob with a gratified snicker.
“I tried to, but that blankety-blank station-house man is a blank bullet-head and the blankety detectives insist he shall be held, as they saw him looking through a window. What I want you to do is to come down to the village and help get him out.”
“Me?” said Bob loftily. “Me help get him out?”
“Yes, you can acknowledge he was after you, an escaped patient.”
“Where is he now?” asked Bob.
“Cell.”